While
I've never really warmed to Kevin Bridges as a comedian I did go to
his show with an open mind, and I would have loved to have woken up
this morning with a fresh, and far more positive, opinion of him.
Sadly
that's not the case.
I'm
still at a loss to really grasp why so many people like him.
His
delivery is blighted by his apparent need to wait until the very last
bit of adulation from an audience has played out before he can utter
the next line.
I
appreciate that this doesn't bother anyone else, but it twists my
nips.
The
way he walks around soaking it all up, bathing in the love, juts
annoys the fuck out of me.
The
material itself is really just the observational type that Billy
Connolly built his career on repackaged for a younger audience.
Derren
Brown could have walked on stage and held a finger to his temple for
a second before saying 'you are all thinking that this is so funny
because it's true' aren't you.
Yet
his observations aren't that wide ranging.
Nothing
ever really strays that far away from his tales of the aggressive
numptyhood of his Glasgow brethren.
Anyone
who doesn't live in Glasgow could be forgiven for thinking it's a Mad
Max styled apocalyptic shithole populated by toothless buckfast
swilling mutants.
What
a lot of crap.
Seriously
though. It was a night of Bridges and his fans celebrating, and
poking fun at, the dregs of our society.
The
people who have fallen through the cracks are his stock in trade.
If
he ever stumbles as a comedian he could make a buck from doing the
commentary to the latest televisual bowel movement from Jeremy Kyle,
or maybe the voice over to the next 'Most dangerous fucker in the
world who lives in the most dangerous estate in the most dangerous
city in the world' show starring Danny Dyer.
Of
course he would claim it was post ironic though.
There
was a few points where I did smile.
His
tale of his school mate doing a ghost shite was funny, but the shadow
of Billy loomed large over it all.
Equally
his piece on a group holiday, and how the creeping loathing for the
people you are with seeps into everything, was good, but once again
people of a certain vintage would recognize the bones of it.
Regardless
of my lack of enthusiasm the vast majority very obviously were
enjoying themselves.
So
fair play to Kevin who I'm sure will enjoy counting the receipts at
the end of his SECC run.
Ach
maybe my loathing for stadium comedy shaded my view, but all things
considered I wouldn't feel that I'd missed out of I never heard or
seen him again.
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